Note 116 — III. GENERAL PATHOLOGY.[28] (continued 7)
Charles Gilbert Chaddock translation
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“Lowering like the heavens, frowns the world on me,
Yet blest or cursed will be the fate I meet.
With trusting heart, dear friend, I think of thee!
God keep thee, dear! it would have been too sweet!
God keep thee, dear! such happiness was not to be!”